"vanitas"

the days are cold here

i wrap myself in “vanitas”

the ultimate Versace that is

lately the fragrance of choice

feels soothing on my current skin

a balm to my tenuous
weary nerves

i shield inside this

ephemeral cloud of scented mist
out of all called vanity

how ironic?

uprooted once
and tossed at sea

how volatile one could be

even returning to my origin

my blood always missing the vein

failing to reach a vital
destin[y]-ation

repeatedly failing a life-
 test in humility

the nights are much colder

even the full moon is frosty distant
[in]different from here

"love is our true destiny. we do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - 
but find it with another." - Thomas Merton